I closed my eyes and walked into the storeHot Topic, watching the clothing items on the shelves. I looked back at my shirt. A hole was forming in the bottom rim of it, and I was not liking that.

I turned to face a couple of Rock tees, grabbing hastily the last in the Seether line. It was black, and in red, scratched letters, it read "Seether"

Grinning, I grabbed it and some new, shining boots. As I approached the counter, I froze.

Across the hall, in the Christmas department, I noticed a short man. He was talking on his cell with someone, and he didn't look to happy.

His dorky big glasses where long removed; leaving way for two bright blue eyes covered by a thin framed pair. His red hat had been removed, too, with a slightly-spiky amount of black hair visible through a black cap. On the front, Danny recognized a picture of Happy Bunny.

He hung up the phone, and turned his eyes to the ground. He was wearing a dark purple hoody and on the front it read "EMERY", showing a man with a fishbowl for a head. His pants where still the same as high school. Baggy blue jeans. As soon as I turned to look at him, he looked back.

He ruffled his eyebrow and looked at me curiously, and I turned away. Tuck would've given up, to.

That is, if … my hand hadn't gone intangible.

That's when he stood and gaped.

I hadn't noticed it then, and paid for my items and left, careful not to shoot a glance in Tuckers general direction.

"Hey !! Wait up, Fenton !!"

I heard him yell. I froze, and swerved around anxiously to find him staring at me after receiving a tap on the shoulder.

"Erm…y-yes?"

"Want to tell me why your hear, Danny?" He began slowly, attempting not to trip on his words.

"Erm…..I don't know what your talking about?" I offered, and then began to walk away again. Tucker didn't like that, and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me into an empty, narrow alleyway between stores.

"Danny, what the heck do you think you're doing back in Amity?!"

I flinched at the mention of my name, but did nothing else.

Tucker looked angry as heck.

"I……" I gave up.

"I came to visit Sam."

He clenched his fists and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, his hurt was concealed and instead they where dripping with white hot rage.

"So…did you already see her? See what you did to her?!"

"What…I…did?"

"Yes, Danny. What you did. Its your fault she's in their, Danny. We've been fighting to get her out of there for two years!"

"I came here to try and help her!"

"Help her?! Haven't you helped enough? Danny, she doesn't care about anyone anymore, let alone someone who abandoned her years ago after a mass murder!!"

"I still care about her!" I growled back. "I never stopped caring about her. And I could tell by the look in her eyes she never forgot me—That she cared too."

And then I turned away, and went ghost.

"No amount of supernatural powers can undue the past, Danny, and neither can words," Tucker hissed angrily. "But please. If it makes you feel better, once again, do something for you and only you. Run away from your problems." He stepped aside, and gestured back to the mall.

I began to leave the ground. Once air born, I turned invisible and flew out of the store, blinking back tears.

A few minutes later, Tucker was in the bathroom, wiping away his tears to. He was angry, I could tell; but he was mostly overwhelmed.

Sometimes, friends become enemies.

But I will see Tucker again.

And Sam will be out of there before …. Before ….

She'll be out of there in two nights tops, diary.

And we'll pick up life where we both left off; ten years ago, Casper High, around Christmas time, planning on caroling and baking chocolate cookies and…

Ice skating, holding hands, watching the light shows and plays…

Everything will be fine, Diary.

Because I love her.

I know it now.

And she loves me. I can hear it in her voice.

Here's to the beginning of Forever.

Danny Fenton, age 25